My Dearest, Let’s get past the cliché, I know you are fine. You always are fine. The truth can be

First Published on Storymoja Africa blog courtesy: www.gutenberg.org Leila I awake with my mouth full of coir, or is it

It was long after midnight when I woke up and realized Charlie had not come home, again. I didn’t want

PHOTO: Courtesy: deviantART I have a hole in my heart, a condition that has consigned me to love on the

The first thing Mark Makori Omakori thought when he came to at Lang’ata cemetery was that he was dead and

“Look at the streets. They are full of them, kids with nowhere to go, for ever suffering. Apprehension is what

Most Sundays, for forty years, I would wake in the arms of the woman I love, the mother of our

I look at my sister on the couch opposite me. I walk over to where she is and hug her.

“You have a beautiful face and nice eyes,” I told her. By this I meant her bust and boobs. “Are

“Madam, can I change the hotel?” Lieutenant Sammy Masika asked the morning after. “Seriously, officer? You are not even talking

I was going to kill somebody. I meant it. After so many years of planning; not that I am a

The man who raped women now rapes the dead. He goes through all the cadavers inserting fingers. He loves their